I Run to You

Chapter 10

 Bellamy unlocked the door to his sister's apartment, his face haggard and his body tired. It had been a long day of debt collecting for the boss and he was ready to just crash.

Then a scream split the air, and he was running. He stopped in the doorway of Clarke's bedroom, the form of his sister clearly outlined in the dim lamplight.

"It's ok, Clarke. Nothing's going to hurt you," Octavia said.

Clarke thrashed, her eyes wide with fright. "No, I have to get to him!"

"Clarke, Bell is fine I promise," O said with a hint of desperation.

"I need him, O. I can't... I can't..." Clarke said, her breathing labored.

"Clarke, just breath!"

Bellamy went into action, gently displacing his sister and taking her place on the bed.

"Princess," he said softly.

He watched as her eyes, wild and frantic, turned to him. Her breathing began to slow, and her hands gripped his coveralls.

"Bell," she whispered brokenly.

"I'm here, I'm here," he said, one of his hands cupping her face.

"I was so scared, Bell. He's angry."

"Who's angry, sweetheart," Bellamy asked.

"Finn, he said I would be sorry," she choked.

Bellamy's eyes turned to his sister, and Octavia saw a side of her brother she'd never seen before. Sure she'd seen Bell angry, but this went far beyond anger- this was white-hot rage.

"Finn was here," he growled.

"Yeah," Octavia said, her face a mask of confusion.

"Next time he shows up, you call me," Bellamy said.

He turned back to Clarke, dark bruises appearing on her arms where Finn had grabbed her. He felt anger burning inside him, her shaking form quivering in his arms.

Bellamy looked down at his grease stained clothing with a grimace. He gently began to massage Clarke's fingers, the sound of her whimpering nearly his undoing.

"O's gonna stay with you while I go shower. I'll be right back," he said as he rose from his place on the bed.

He looked at Octavia, his dark eyes pleading. He sighed with relief when she nodded, and then moved to the bottom drawer of Clarke's dresser pulling out a pair of boxers and sweatpants.

"I'll be right back," Bellamy assured both women.

He showered and dressed quickly, pulling his t-shirt over his head as he walked from the bathroom. His thoughts wandered to Finn. How could he harm a woman he claimed to love? This was a foreign concept to him; no matter how angry he became with either of the women in his life, the thought of hurting them never crossed his mind.

His bare feet brought him to Clarke's room, and he shoved the rage filled thoughts to the back of his mind to be dealt with later. Finn Collins didn't know what he'd begun, and Bellamy would see that he paid dearly.

He made his way to the bed, Clarke's eyes glued to his face.

"I'm going to go study," O said, her voice a little shaky.